(TULLY starts up—frightened.)
PAMELA (going to door L.). Excuse me a moment.
(Exit PAMELA door L.)
(DOCTOR watches her off. TULLY quickly rises and hides behind arm-chair. DOCTOR turns round to examine TULLY, finds the chair empty, looks dumbfounded, scratches his head, pushes blanket down, which has been left on chair, turns left, looks under his own chair, then looks up L. TULLY gets quickly back into arm-chair again and pulls blanket round him—feigns sleep. DOCTOR turns again to arm-chair, sees TULLY, can’t believe his eyes, pinches himself, lifts TULLY’S arm. TULLY drops it. DOCTOR lifts TULLY’S arm again. TULLY holds it up this time and moves fingers.)
DOCTOR. Now then, young man, I want you to tell me exactly where you feel this pain. We don’t want you to remain an invalid all your life, although I dare say a little compensation will act as a wonderful restorative.
(PAMELA enters holding door open.)
JOHN (peeping round door). Say it’s Mr. Tully. (JOHN is wearing a moustache.)
PAMELA (announcing). Er—Mr. Tully.
TULLY (rising). Yes!